thank you for sharing this story of the fawn. i , too, had an experience with a very young fawn this year. it got into my garden and could not find its way out. it allowed me to pick it up and bring it to it's mother. now i see that this fawn has two siblings. and i watch with such pleasure and gratitude as they run thru my woods. yes, the world has lost it's way, but i know that there is great light on this planet at this time and we can find our way back together.
I read this and my heart opened with the truth revealed. I have two sons who live with their mom in a rural environment in Idaho. They live in a beautiful community of families who care for each other and the world they are creating. Because my own calling is to work with those who have forgotten who they are, I live in an urban area. I see the contrast of where I live and their life and have such gratitude for their mom making their experience possible.
I also have deep gratitude for you awakening our hearts and souls to help us remember who we are.
I was curious where this quote was from, went to type it into a browser and, when my finger slipped and I hit 'return' a bit too soon, (after the word 'know'), I got an article titled: "Everything You Need To Know About Digital Real Estate." Seems fitting somehow...
One beautiful thing about art is that it can often be interpreted in numerous ways. I can't speak to exactly what The Avett Brothers meant by these words, only what it holds for me. For me it means that I've gone on a quest to leave behind the knowledge of the mind brain (which is logic/rational based and can be deceptive) in pursuit of following what I feel (the guidance of the gut and heart brains, the latter of which always guides me correctly).
NO!!! A Woman. Ever since the Babylonian times, some men wished to become women, to serve in the best temples of Goddess. Back then, the only thing they could do is suck their balls into their bellies to ruin them. In modern times, women-wannabes could cut their parts all they want, they will never Bleed nor Create humans inside their own bodies. That's real feminism for you Jerry, don't let those righties pollute your brain with nonsense and propaganda.
I trust biology and chromosomes that tell me there are two sexes. What people want to do with how they express "gender" is their business, not mine. But I do not virtue signal that I believe a man can declare himself a woman and compete in sports as a woman or otherwise pretend he's a woman, like sharing the same locker room. Really, I feel sorry for women that they have to put up with this BS.
I assumed you were being sarcastic, not 'virtue signaling.' Jimmy Dore said the other day (regarding the criticism that he went on Carlson show) that he wanted the right wing folk to know what *real* lefties are like, bc he said you guys think that we only care about identity politics not economy and are "woke." But this is a neolib and neocon propaganda campaign to keep Americans divided. Socialists are not "woke" nor feminist want their sons to become girls nor being called 'people with vaginas.'
One of my young red chickens was killed by a friend's dog when she was visiting my off-grid mountain fruit farm in Spain. We solemnly plucked and prepared the carcass. I cooked a simple stew with it and we shared it with the dogs. The sharing of that meal was precious and it healed my friend from the guilt she had been feeling. "I should have kept control of Amy!" she self-castigated. Amy was a beautiful, pure white whippet, a hunting breed which runs like a gazelle. My two shepherd dogs did not have the same instincts as Amy but they loved her unconditionally, even when she chased and murdered one of their flock. They ate side by side and we all cosied up together in front of a roaring wood fire. We did not plan for an event like that to happen. How could we have? We were so happy to see them, visiting from distant Toledo.
It is not for us to make plans or even contemplate visions of a better world. That is not our job. Nature herself has a plan enacted via her creations and, whether we know it or not, that plan is on target and on its own time. I am just enormously grateful to it for permitting me to be a part of it.
Today is Summer Solstice, the longest day. I live very near Stonehenge in England. Every day is a different length with different weather and experiences. Every day is beautiful in its own way, even the sudden cruellest freeze has its beauty and its value. It is not for us to know the plan, just be grateful to be a part of it.
Long ago I lived in a beautiful rural place, lush and green and overflowing with every kind of wildlife imaginable. It was there that embodied life, mostly spent outdoors, was an everyday occasion. I now live in a small city which is surrounded by rural and wild places, but it does not call me outdoors as much, for all sorts of reasons. The city itself is choked with automobiles, and getting out of the city usually means using a car -- or risking becoming road kill on a bicycle.
Thanks for helping me appreciate how truly embodied life is almost always rural rather than urban.
Grief, suffering, beauty, gratitude. Connection and flow. We are being led to honor all of it; to dive deep into the flow of the deeper sacred, the mystery, since whether we agree to it or not, absolutely all of it is intricately and inseparably woven together in our experience here, together.
My own story, which may be of value if it resonates with some here:
My beautiful daughter, my free spirit and born-Bodhisattva, suffered a large stroke over a year and a half ago, just as she was finishing her first year of medical school residency, not long after her second Covid vaccination. She was a vibrant loving soul, world traveler, who brought dental care to remote Nicaraguan communities and was Iyengar-trained in India. Her plan was integrative medicine, and she insisted upon Ivy League for her undergrad and graduate work much as we tried to dissuade her. She accomplished all of this through hard work and all on her own, and was on the verge of professionally working to ‘hold the tension’ between the opposing poles of traditional medicine and alternative medicine when her world came crashing down. Our worlds came crashing down. She is, I thank God, still with us. We are presently facing the nightmare which is our health care system for those who are permanently disabled. She is now our entire family’s - along with much help from her many friends, old and new - precious but overwhelming daily and lifetime project. She remains a vibrant and loving soul. She is on the verge of better understanding what has happened to her but she may never really understand. The rest of us are exhausted, and have been immersed in deep grief and joy as we carry on, re-teaching her phonics, trying to both keep her safe but also freeing her up just enough to occasionally safely fail in case she is still able to relearn the lessons she once knew. We are not sure she can. She is still with us but we have lost her, both. We must remain vigilant but not. It’s been hell. We love her so. She has, my beautiful Bodhisattva, enabled us all, forced us all, to focus life in a new way - to work even more diligently and creatively than ever before toward what really matters.
When I saw the option at the bottom of the message to "Collapse" I thought, how did it know? Then realized, of course, it meant the text. Jenny, my heart goes out to you, more than you can know. Thank you for the gift of sharing your grief here and your beautiful Bodhisattva daughter. I believe that there's meaning in all things but my belief has never been tested the way yours has. I am writing this with tears in my eyes.
For you, for your daughter, for my daughters, I make a vow not to be silent. I believe that everything's working towards the good, something better than we could have imagined. I live in the hope that the damage will be reversible when its purpose has been served, but what a terrible cost. For you to hold purpose and meaning, and that tension of not-hoping but living in the moment, is something I am humbled by. Wishing much love and a peaceful heart for you, your family and daughter in your difficult journey, one I believe you've undertaken for all of us.
Tereza, this morning I discovered your beautiful words of compassion and love, gifts to our entire family, to my daughter and I. I’m forever grateful. This has been unbearably hard for us all. But unbearable becomes bearable when we are also held in the love and support of others. I’m so grateful to you! Tears of deep gratitude. I send much love to you and your family. I’m truly undone by your love and kindness. Thank you so much.
I’m a parent of a brain damaged 34 year old son who was injured by one DPT shot at 4 months of age. I’m so deeply sorry. Hopefully you can use or have used the covid shot protocol suck as the one offered by the FLCC drs.
Oh, Jane. How isolating it must have been to be the bearer of such a hard lesson and not have anyone else want to hear about it. It wasn't until this 'vaccine' that I started becoming educated on all the rest. I especially regret giving my daughters the HPV and what it will mean for their expectation of having children, if that's not already moot from this 'vaccine,' which they all got despite my best efforts.
And Jenny, I'm held in the warmth of your lovely reply. We are going to come out of this, all of us, in a place that 'sparkles with friendship,' as my Course in Miracles said today. I had wondered, with Jane, if the FLCCC protocols would be of any help, but it seems certain you've tried them.
In the last couple weeks, two healthy young people in my circles have collapsed, with the same fingers pinched together and befuddlement of the medical establishment. It's now called Sudden Adult Death Syndrome or SADS, an acronym as nonsensical as SIDS. I've tried to get others close to them to suggest they consult alternative doctors looking into vaccine injuries but those people are still so stuck in fear and denial they dismiss me.
There is a greater purpose at work here, I'm certain. That we haven't yet reached the point of transition, I'm also sure. Blessings to both of you, may these be the last useless journeys. Jenny, I do think your daughter is still being true to her Bodhisattva nature--not one without all. Her choice to embody the consequences of our sick and misguided system, and stay here as a reminder that can't be misunderstood, is saving millennia in getting us all to the other side, not a living death but a real life in the fellowship of everyone.
Thank you, Jane. I’m so very sorry to hear of your son’s experience, your own unexpected life upending. We’ve been relegated to invisible, of scapegoated status by our government, which seems to be nothing more now than corporate slave. I thank God for community.
When my husband and I rushed to be with our daughter when first receiving the news, neither of us had had our first Covid vaccination. Our state was low on the list for receiving them, and we had finally been able to sign up to receive ours. I admit I was hesitant even then because I’d had bad vaccination reactions in the recent past. We were days away from our appointments and of course we canceled to be with her. After my daughter’s large stroke, and after viewing her brain scans and listening to her physician’s cluelessness about how this could have happened to someone so young and in excellent health, I decided to forgo Covid vaccination. The rest of my family did not. I still hesitate to discuss my concerns with them but have occasionally brought it up. They are patient with me, but think I’ve been brainwashed.
While there with our daughter, my husband contracted Covid and I caught it from him on our drive home. I’ve since been dealing with long Covid and have been following part of FLCCC’s protocol. I have bought several of these supplements for our daughter - those she is willing to take and can swallow.
Life sometimes seems unbearable. But what else can we do but carry on? I’d be lost without my daily walks among the trees, listening to the birds, the insects, the wind through leaves. Frogs. And without the kindness of those I meet along the way, of dear friends.
I’m so grateful for your kindness. I send love to you, your precious son, and your family. Thank you so much for reaching out to me. It means everything!
Jenny, I talk about your beautiful Bodhisattva daughter in my YT episode, Reversing the Reset. If you have time, would you let me know if it feels too revealing or intrusive? If it does, I can cut that portion out and repost before I put it up on Substack: https://youtu.be/t0TPcOCYsB8. Thank you!
Tereza, your video is beautiful and inspiring. It’s been ages since I opened my CIM books and I think it’s time for me to dip back in.
I do feel some concern (and of course this is my own concern for having originally shared our story) because my daughter is still downplaying (does not fully comprehend) what has happened to her and hopes to re-enter her former life as a resident caring for patients.
This will not happen.
And this is the dilemma with stroke sufferers and caregivers and remains one of our largest family projects - how to keep her safe and still support her as she strives toward life, but also how to repeatedly and clearly convey to her her new reality along with new vision and potential. New goals. How to inspire and redirect her toward doable avenues so that she can continue along her former path of service while also fully experiencing and valuing life as it now is for her.
If you think your piece will be less without inclusion of my daughter’s journey and of ours as we all learn to hold in patience and trust many tensions, many paradoxes, please feel free to include it. Our story is less one of Covid vaccination reaction and more one of how life often unexpectedly forces us all to revisit why we are here in ways far deeper than we’d been willing to explore before. What an incarnational experience this is! I’d like to say especially now (and i still think this is so - we are all meant to be here now and I think we chose to be, to help co-create and welcome in the new in a time of collapse) but I think human life has always been a rich learning experience. It’s such a gift to be here. I say this as a reminder to myself! But I know it is true.
Tereza, I’m so happy to be connected with you! I send much love, and deep appreciation for your teachings and work. Let’s remain in touch. I’ll soon be a new subscriber and follower.
Thank you for the permission, Jenny, to include your daughter's story, and I recognize it's a permission with concern. It's been a delicate thing, navigating between the public and private. On YT, it seemed like viewers welcomed a video speaking from the heart, which felt more risky than my usual more analytic ones. I don't know if it would be less without it, but it's certainly more heartfelt with it. I wanted to wait until you responded to put it on Substack, but I'll post another reply with the link when I do.
That's amazing that you've studied the Course! Thank you for the kind words on my video and for your desire to stay connected and subscribe. I was very much hoping for that, and wanted to stay in contact. And if you ever feel moved to comment, I think you'd like my little community. YT has some very strong and empathetic women and really insightful men, while Substack gets deeper and longer conversations with more vulnerability and questioning. I'm grateful to have both.
Sending much love and much hope! Your words will stay with me, when you say so beautifully, "What an incarnational experience this is! I’d like to say especially now (and i still think this is so - we are all meant to be here now and I think we chose to be, to help co-create and welcome in the new in a time of collapse) ... It’s such a gift to be here." It's such a gift to be stuck in the muddle with you.
I think there is a calling, a great awakening back to our rural roots. For some it may be a homestead, for others a backyard garden, or potted plants on the patio. This global insanity of chaos, is channeling a spiritual reawakening for those looking to wake up.
Oooooo. This essay is triggering for me. I did grow up in what you might call "reality," and it was brutal. We lived in a rural area, and my friends all raised cute little baby animals as part of 4-H Club. At the end of the season the animals were auctioned off for slaughter. It was meant to teach children to become detached and desensitized to killing animals for food.
I would often find wounded animals and baby birds that had fallen from their nests. I brought them to my parents begging them to help, and my father killed them. He wasn't mean -- he just didn't think there was any other option. But I was devastated. Instead of toughening me up it made me more sensitive and emotional.
I've been vegan most of my life, and I can't imagine eating an animal. I do my best to rescue all wounded and needy animals that cross my path. Sometimes there's nothing I can do, and it eats me up inside.
I guess the difference in your story is the reverence for the life of the fawn, and it wasn't needless killing. Sadly, most people don't treat animals that way.
Ahhh, tears as the fullness in my chest takes in this moment of those tender ones who gathered to honor the innocent new life that came into their hands so unexpectedly.
Though many mammals at different times have come before me at the time of their death, fawns by the roadside as well as dogs, cats, horses, cattle, wild ones, pets, birds and mice, I find this moment I have just experienced in reading about the reverence of those who honored Fawn powerful and true. It is a universal knowing of the precious gift of Life. The Sacred. It brings me to our Oneness, knowing each life is intrinsic to the Whole. Not greater, not better, not special, but equally necessary to the Whole. The Creator, God, Source, One, Great Spirit....the name is unimportant, the knowing is all important.
Right at this very moment, in a breathtakingly beautiful central European Land that is stretched across the ageless forest-Steppe and along the coast of the Black sea, between the Carpathians and the Urals, the Land that has the most fertile black soil, chernozem, the wonderous mineral treasures, and the kindest inhabitants; that used to have mighty industries that supported their homesteads—right now, the life like the one you described in this article, in that Land, has been shattered by bombs and smothered by the hatred and western propaganda that puppeteers the ruthless regime in Kiev. The Land, her fawns, and children have been shelled for the past eight years and not much is left of the homesteads and mighty factories; the meadows filled with zemljanika (wild strawberries) are covered with holes from shells and human bodies. While growing up in Moscow, I spent every summer of my childhood at the Black sea.
And it is a terrible crime. I live in the US and I am so terribly sorry for every life that has been lost because of the bloodlust for power and control that this country has propagated throughout the world. I am sorry. Know that most people here in the US are decent people with good hearts. We are propagandized, poisoned, and traumatized by our government and the corporations that run this country. Those of us who are awake and aware are doing all we can to stop the madness. There are no easy answers. I pray every day for all of us...
Kandy, very well said. If only people in the US really knew what kind of terrible bloodshed and destruction is happening in Donbas at the hands of the Russophobic nationalists. I am absolutely shocked the western governments and media lie so much. Their propaganda is a100 times worse than back in the Soviet Union of my childhood. Patrick Lancaster is the only journalist who takes us to the frontlines, risking his own life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLXR6pXrzBI&t=25s&ab_channel=PatrickLancaster
LunaRidge, yes, it is actually legal to propagandize US citizens. A law was passed in 2013 while Obama, who droned more lives out of existence than any other president before him, was in office. We are spoonfed so much garbage, and Silicon Valley employs every tactic to censor truth. I actually heard that the US was funding bioweapons labs in Ukraine, and that was partly why Russia stepped in (among many other reasons). Pretty sure there is also some posturing for world reserve currency status thrown in as well as Russia threatens the US dollar, and rightfully so. Our government has indebted us into eternity and sold off every asset to corporations. I will keep speaking the truth. I have God on my side.
I like your comment very much, except for the last sentence. Your God (and my Hashem) is on the Sabbatical (past 3 K years), he doesn't care, nor chooses sides. You want proof? Any history book will do. :))) Also, yours and mine Holy Book, it's dripping with human blood. Happy Summer Solstice, Kandy!
I do not subscribe to the God of the Bible. Being raised in organized religion, I turned into an atheist for decades. Had to find my own path back to Spirit. I am more of a worshiper of the life force that flows through all things. Going out in nature is my temple. People can call it many things. I use God, Goddess, Spirit, Source, Universe, etc. Thank you for having this conversation.
I don’t eat animals and the visual of slitting a baby deers throat brings me to tears. I could not do it myself and therefore, I could never eat it. At this point, what feels right- is to eat only what I could kill myself.
I would have done everything to try and save it and if nothing worked, honored the baby deer as it transitioned. Yet, these people sound like they’re spiritually connected to nature, so I’ll assume they followed what FELT right .
People assume I don’t eat animals for health reasons (while smoking!) After reading fast food nation, I couldn’t anymore. I want no part of that industry.
It’s not right, however, to care for animals so much as to not be able to do what must be done to end their suffering. I would’ve also done the utmost, past the utmost into the utterly ridiculous, to try and save the fawn. I’m grateful for the wisdom of those who know that trying would be cruel
I once gave mouth to mouth to a kitten. I really did. It still didn’t live and it’s been 20 years but, as you can tell, the moment doesn’t fade.
One of my kitties is being neutered today. It must be done and I, for one, am glad someone else has the brains and brawn to do the snipping.
I hesitate whether to post this because, honestly, it’s embarrassing. I wish I were stronger. Shouldn’t love do that, strengthen the muscles that matter?
Is this what is meant by good times create weak (wo)men? I’m as battle-unready as anyone can be for this apocalypse.
Don’t misunderstand me… if I were attacked - or a loved one or innocent defenseless life, was being attacked…I have no issue with doing what’s necessary. None whatsoever. Meaning- in defense.
I held my mothers hand as she transitioned into death , just as she assisted me into birth.
Birth and death are sacred to me. One and the same, really.
From here, I don’t know that I would kill an animal after relentlessly trying to save it… I’d leave that in the hands of the divine. It’s likely I’d hold it in my arms, pray and let the light do the rest.
If I were in the situation I can’t say with absolute certainty how it would play out.
No, you are aware of yourself. No one is walking around perfect. I had two cats that were like children to me. One of them died in the animal hospital. I cried for weeks. The other one I chose to take to the vet to put to sleep because he stopped eating and drinking and would not allow me to give him his insulin (for the first time ever). He was peaceful in my arms as my mom and I drove to the vet. I wailed at the vets and cried off and on for a few days, but there was a peace in being present with the bravery of my cat that put my heart at ease. We are the only animals that live in fear of death and push away those sweet embodied moments that make life so worth living in the first place.
Not all of us live in fear of death, my spiritual connection is far too strong for that.
There are many paths to death and how it occurs is not something we will all be aligned with. That makes it more interesting… thought provoking…
I had an indoor cat who became very ill and the method of treatment suggested by the western med vet was not something I agreed with.
For the remainder of his life, I made his food, I allowed him to venture outdoors and explore as he had always desired… I gave him the space to live and die however he saw fit with respect to his intelligence and connection to god.
In the end , he did what cats do and found a private place in the house to transition.
I can deeply connect to what you write. Because I feel exactly the same I have decided to become a vegetarian at the age of 20 and now essentially vegan. I wish there would be a way to change the world in such a way that no animals would be killed any more for eating them.
Thanks you Charles and friend. Yes, so precious this embodiment. And how sad the thought of it’s shift to the unnatural realm of bit and byte. And still I hold for the possibility that I’m unable to sufficiently understand this metaverse.
Yes, love the synchronicity...I'm just reading this book, "Deer man", by Geoffroy Delorme, a very tender story of a man who lived for seven years in the woods with deers, total immersion in the wild. The simplicity and the intimacy are such that I can only read a few pages at a time. The yearning in me is cutting deep, yet I know I will not leave for the woods, I don't have that kind of courage, or that kind of desperation. My encounters with the wild are on the edges.
thank you for sharing this story of the fawn. i , too, had an experience with a very young fawn this year. it got into my garden and could not find its way out. it allowed me to pick it up and bring it to it's mother. now i see that this fawn has two siblings. and i watch with such pleasure and gratitude as they run thru my woods. yes, the world has lost it's way, but i know that there is great light on this planet at this time and we can find our way back together.
My old neighbours were homesteaders. Their friends from the town asked them why they did what they did, it being so hard, or so it seemed to them.
'Because it's real.' She answered.
I read this and my heart opened with the truth revealed. I have two sons who live with their mom in a rural environment in Idaho. They live in a beautiful community of families who care for each other and the world they are creating. Because my own calling is to work with those who have forgotten who they are, I live in an urban area. I see the contrast of where I live and their life and have such gratitude for their mom making their experience possible.
I also have deep gratitude for you awakening our hearts and souls to help us remember who we are.
"I went on the search for something real. Traded what I know for how I feel."
I was curious where this quote was from, went to type it into a browser and, when my finger slipped and I hit 'return' a bit too soon, (after the word 'know'), I got an article titled: "Everything You Need To Know About Digital Real Estate." Seems fitting somehow...
'Traded' as in gave away, or traded places as in #1 for #2?
One beautiful thing about art is that it can often be interpreted in numerous ways. I can't speak to exactly what The Avett Brothers meant by these words, only what it holds for me. For me it means that I've gone on a quest to leave behind the knowledge of the mind brain (which is logic/rational based and can be deceptive) in pursuit of following what I feel (the guidance of the gut and heart brains, the latter of which always guides me correctly).
About the grief for what we never had:
Jesus Loved the Wind
What is it about the wind, anyway?
It comes and goes like the things you missed out of the corner of your eye—
The things you wish you hadn’t forgotten:
Things that weren’t there when you woke up in the night, but you so wished they had been;
Things that once turned your heart upside down, making you stop in your tracks for just one second;
Things that you laid to rest and walked away, when it didn’t matter whether you looked back or not.
What is it about the wind anyway?
It cuts through the buttons on your coat, leaving the smell of wind in your clothes—
So that when you pass by, people pause for a moment without knowing why.
It bends things that have no choice but to bend, or else they’ll break.
It breathes over the hill and down, bringing a faint, thrilling breeze to where you sit, waiting.
It goes where you’ve never been, and where you’ll never go again, blowing past all your regrets.
What is it about the wind anyway?
It brings the most momentous messages, reminding you of all you know and all you never knew—
but always in a language you don’t understand.
What is it about the empty wind?
Why does it remember all the things that never came to be?
Why does it take all the truth you ever knew and sweep it away into the unfilled air?
Why does it chill the tears on your face, as if cold comfort is all it knows?
Why does it walk where it walks—
Down the turning years, and down the days of your life, always going past, never stopping?
It’s as if all the things we always knew were still things that we needed to be told—
As if Love, riding hidden in the wind, doesn’t care what we know and what we don’t.
Revelation 21:4
Childlike-not puerile.
John 3:8
Everyone 👀 here is born of the spirit.
God Bless You and Keep You All.
Everyone here—as everywhere else—is born of a Woman.
"... is born of a Woman."
Danger! Danger! Censorship Alert!
Sheesh.
Ironic, when we are contemplating 'What's Real.'
👁 eyeballs-everyone “looking” here (reading the blog and messages) sorry
Person with birth canal and uterus :)
NO!!! A Woman. Ever since the Babylonian times, some men wished to become women, to serve in the best temples of Goddess. Back then, the only thing they could do is suck their balls into their bellies to ruin them. In modern times, women-wannabes could cut their parts all they want, they will never Bleed nor Create humans inside their own bodies. That's real feminism for you Jerry, don't let those righties pollute your brain with nonsense and propaganda.
I trust biology and chromosomes that tell me there are two sexes. What people want to do with how they express "gender" is their business, not mine. But I do not virtue signal that I believe a man can declare himself a woman and compete in sports as a woman or otherwise pretend he's a woman, like sharing the same locker room. Really, I feel sorry for women that they have to put up with this BS.
I assumed you were being sarcastic, not 'virtue signaling.' Jimmy Dore said the other day (regarding the criticism that he went on Carlson show) that he wanted the right wing folk to know what *real* lefties are like, bc he said you guys think that we only care about identity politics not economy and are "woke." But this is a neolib and neocon propaganda campaign to keep Americans divided. Socialists are not "woke" nor feminist want their sons to become girls nor being called 'people with vaginas.'
One of my young red chickens was killed by a friend's dog when she was visiting my off-grid mountain fruit farm in Spain. We solemnly plucked and prepared the carcass. I cooked a simple stew with it and we shared it with the dogs. The sharing of that meal was precious and it healed my friend from the guilt she had been feeling. "I should have kept control of Amy!" she self-castigated. Amy was a beautiful, pure white whippet, a hunting breed which runs like a gazelle. My two shepherd dogs did not have the same instincts as Amy but they loved her unconditionally, even when she chased and murdered one of their flock. They ate side by side and we all cosied up together in front of a roaring wood fire. We did not plan for an event like that to happen. How could we have? We were so happy to see them, visiting from distant Toledo.
It is not for us to make plans or even contemplate visions of a better world. That is not our job. Nature herself has a plan enacted via her creations and, whether we know it or not, that plan is on target and on its own time. I am just enormously grateful to it for permitting me to be a part of it.
Ohh, if "nature"(or Gods) only bothered to share her plans with us. Why being so cruel if she is "on a target?"
Today is Summer Solstice, the longest day. I live very near Stonehenge in England. Every day is a different length with different weather and experiences. Every day is beautiful in its own way, even the sudden cruellest freeze has its beauty and its value. It is not for us to know the plan, just be grateful to be a part of it.
FILM OF SUNRISE AT STONEHENGE TODAY
https://youtu.be/YelR5j0SKQM
Long ago I lived in a beautiful rural place, lush and green and overflowing with every kind of wildlife imaginable. It was there that embodied life, mostly spent outdoors, was an everyday occasion. I now live in a small city which is surrounded by rural and wild places, but it does not call me outdoors as much, for all sorts of reasons. The city itself is choked with automobiles, and getting out of the city usually means using a car -- or risking becoming road kill on a bicycle.
Thanks for helping me appreciate how truly embodied life is almost always rural rather than urban.
Grief and its preciousness, thank you
Thank you.
Grief, suffering, beauty, gratitude. Connection and flow. We are being led to honor all of it; to dive deep into the flow of the deeper sacred, the mystery, since whether we agree to it or not, absolutely all of it is intricately and inseparably woven together in our experience here, together.
My own story, which may be of value if it resonates with some here:
My beautiful daughter, my free spirit and born-Bodhisattva, suffered a large stroke over a year and a half ago, just as she was finishing her first year of medical school residency, not long after her second Covid vaccination. She was a vibrant loving soul, world traveler, who brought dental care to remote Nicaraguan communities and was Iyengar-trained in India. Her plan was integrative medicine, and she insisted upon Ivy League for her undergrad and graduate work much as we tried to dissuade her. She accomplished all of this through hard work and all on her own, and was on the verge of professionally working to ‘hold the tension’ between the opposing poles of traditional medicine and alternative medicine when her world came crashing down. Our worlds came crashing down. She is, I thank God, still with us. We are presently facing the nightmare which is our health care system for those who are permanently disabled. She is now our entire family’s - along with much help from her many friends, old and new - precious but overwhelming daily and lifetime project. She remains a vibrant and loving soul. She is on the verge of better understanding what has happened to her but she may never really understand. The rest of us are exhausted, and have been immersed in deep grief and joy as we carry on, re-teaching her phonics, trying to both keep her safe but also freeing her up just enough to occasionally safely fail in case she is still able to relearn the lessons she once knew. We are not sure she can. She is still with us but we have lost her, both. We must remain vigilant but not. It’s been hell. We love her so. She has, my beautiful Bodhisattva, enabled us all, forced us all, to focus life in a new way - to work even more diligently and creatively than ever before toward what really matters.
When I saw the option at the bottom of the message to "Collapse" I thought, how did it know? Then realized, of course, it meant the text. Jenny, my heart goes out to you, more than you can know. Thank you for the gift of sharing your grief here and your beautiful Bodhisattva daughter. I believe that there's meaning in all things but my belief has never been tested the way yours has. I am writing this with tears in my eyes.
For you, for your daughter, for my daughters, I make a vow not to be silent. I believe that everything's working towards the good, something better than we could have imagined. I live in the hope that the damage will be reversible when its purpose has been served, but what a terrible cost. For you to hold purpose and meaning, and that tension of not-hoping but living in the moment, is something I am humbled by. Wishing much love and a peaceful heart for you, your family and daughter in your difficult journey, one I believe you've undertaken for all of us.
Tereza, this morning I discovered your beautiful words of compassion and love, gifts to our entire family, to my daughter and I. I’m forever grateful. This has been unbearably hard for us all. But unbearable becomes bearable when we are also held in the love and support of others. I’m so grateful to you! Tears of deep gratitude. I send much love to you and your family. I’m truly undone by your love and kindness. Thank you so much.
I’m a parent of a brain damaged 34 year old son who was injured by one DPT shot at 4 months of age. I’m so deeply sorry. Hopefully you can use or have used the covid shot protocol suck as the one offered by the FLCC drs.
Oh, Jane. How isolating it must have been to be the bearer of such a hard lesson and not have anyone else want to hear about it. It wasn't until this 'vaccine' that I started becoming educated on all the rest. I especially regret giving my daughters the HPV and what it will mean for their expectation of having children, if that's not already moot from this 'vaccine,' which they all got despite my best efforts.
And Jenny, I'm held in the warmth of your lovely reply. We are going to come out of this, all of us, in a place that 'sparkles with friendship,' as my Course in Miracles said today. I had wondered, with Jane, if the FLCCC protocols would be of any help, but it seems certain you've tried them.
In the last couple weeks, two healthy young people in my circles have collapsed, with the same fingers pinched together and befuddlement of the medical establishment. It's now called Sudden Adult Death Syndrome or SADS, an acronym as nonsensical as SIDS. I've tried to get others close to them to suggest they consult alternative doctors looking into vaccine injuries but those people are still so stuck in fear and denial they dismiss me.
There is a greater purpose at work here, I'm certain. That we haven't yet reached the point of transition, I'm also sure. Blessings to both of you, may these be the last useless journeys. Jenny, I do think your daughter is still being true to her Bodhisattva nature--not one without all. Her choice to embody the consequences of our sick and misguided system, and stay here as a reminder that can't be misunderstood, is saving millennia in getting us all to the other side, not a living death but a real life in the fellowship of everyone.
Thank you, Jane. I’m so very sorry to hear of your son’s experience, your own unexpected life upending. We’ve been relegated to invisible, of scapegoated status by our government, which seems to be nothing more now than corporate slave. I thank God for community.
When my husband and I rushed to be with our daughter when first receiving the news, neither of us had had our first Covid vaccination. Our state was low on the list for receiving them, and we had finally been able to sign up to receive ours. I admit I was hesitant even then because I’d had bad vaccination reactions in the recent past. We were days away from our appointments and of course we canceled to be with her. After my daughter’s large stroke, and after viewing her brain scans and listening to her physician’s cluelessness about how this could have happened to someone so young and in excellent health, I decided to forgo Covid vaccination. The rest of my family did not. I still hesitate to discuss my concerns with them but have occasionally brought it up. They are patient with me, but think I’ve been brainwashed.
While there with our daughter, my husband contracted Covid and I caught it from him on our drive home. I’ve since been dealing with long Covid and have been following part of FLCCC’s protocol. I have bought several of these supplements for our daughter - those she is willing to take and can swallow.
Life sometimes seems unbearable. But what else can we do but carry on? I’d be lost without my daily walks among the trees, listening to the birds, the insects, the wind through leaves. Frogs. And without the kindness of those I meet along the way, of dear friends.
I’m so grateful for your kindness. I send love to you, your precious son, and your family. Thank you so much for reaching out to me. It means everything!
Jenny, I talk about your beautiful Bodhisattva daughter in my YT episode, Reversing the Reset. If you have time, would you let me know if it feels too revealing or intrusive? If it does, I can cut that portion out and repost before I put it up on Substack: https://youtu.be/t0TPcOCYsB8. Thank you!
Tereza, your video is beautiful and inspiring. It’s been ages since I opened my CIM books and I think it’s time for me to dip back in.
I do feel some concern (and of course this is my own concern for having originally shared our story) because my daughter is still downplaying (does not fully comprehend) what has happened to her and hopes to re-enter her former life as a resident caring for patients.
This will not happen.
And this is the dilemma with stroke sufferers and caregivers and remains one of our largest family projects - how to keep her safe and still support her as she strives toward life, but also how to repeatedly and clearly convey to her her new reality along with new vision and potential. New goals. How to inspire and redirect her toward doable avenues so that she can continue along her former path of service while also fully experiencing and valuing life as it now is for her.
If you think your piece will be less without inclusion of my daughter’s journey and of ours as we all learn to hold in patience and trust many tensions, many paradoxes, please feel free to include it. Our story is less one of Covid vaccination reaction and more one of how life often unexpectedly forces us all to revisit why we are here in ways far deeper than we’d been willing to explore before. What an incarnational experience this is! I’d like to say especially now (and i still think this is so - we are all meant to be here now and I think we chose to be, to help co-create and welcome in the new in a time of collapse) but I think human life has always been a rich learning experience. It’s such a gift to be here. I say this as a reminder to myself! But I know it is true.
Tereza, I’m so happy to be connected with you! I send much love, and deep appreciation for your teachings and work. Let’s remain in touch. I’ll soon be a new subscriber and follower.
Here's the link: https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/reversing-the-reset
I quote your statement above but without attribution, as you would want it. It was so exquisite and hopeful we all needed to hear it. Thanks again!
Thank you for the permission, Jenny, to include your daughter's story, and I recognize it's a permission with concern. It's been a delicate thing, navigating between the public and private. On YT, it seemed like viewers welcomed a video speaking from the heart, which felt more risky than my usual more analytic ones. I don't know if it would be less without it, but it's certainly more heartfelt with it. I wanted to wait until you responded to put it on Substack, but I'll post another reply with the link when I do.
That's amazing that you've studied the Course! Thank you for the kind words on my video and for your desire to stay connected and subscribe. I was very much hoping for that, and wanted to stay in contact. And if you ever feel moved to comment, I think you'd like my little community. YT has some very strong and empathetic women and really insightful men, while Substack gets deeper and longer conversations with more vulnerability and questioning. I'm grateful to have both.
Sending much love and much hope! Your words will stay with me, when you say so beautifully, "What an incarnational experience this is! I’d like to say especially now (and i still think this is so - we are all meant to be here now and I think we chose to be, to help co-create and welcome in the new in a time of collapse) ... It’s such a gift to be here." It's such a gift to be stuck in the muddle with you.
I think there is a calling, a great awakening back to our rural roots. For some it may be a homestead, for others a backyard garden, or potted plants on the patio. This global insanity of chaos, is channeling a spiritual reawakening for those looking to wake up.
Oooooo. This essay is triggering for me. I did grow up in what you might call "reality," and it was brutal. We lived in a rural area, and my friends all raised cute little baby animals as part of 4-H Club. At the end of the season the animals were auctioned off for slaughter. It was meant to teach children to become detached and desensitized to killing animals for food.
I would often find wounded animals and baby birds that had fallen from their nests. I brought them to my parents begging them to help, and my father killed them. He wasn't mean -- he just didn't think there was any other option. But I was devastated. Instead of toughening me up it made me more sensitive and emotional.
I've been vegan most of my life, and I can't imagine eating an animal. I do my best to rescue all wounded and needy animals that cross my path. Sometimes there's nothing I can do, and it eats me up inside.
I guess the difference in your story is the reverence for the life of the fawn, and it wasn't needless killing. Sadly, most people don't treat animals that way.
Ahhh, tears as the fullness in my chest takes in this moment of those tender ones who gathered to honor the innocent new life that came into their hands so unexpectedly.
Though many mammals at different times have come before me at the time of their death, fawns by the roadside as well as dogs, cats, horses, cattle, wild ones, pets, birds and mice, I find this moment I have just experienced in reading about the reverence of those who honored Fawn powerful and true. It is a universal knowing of the precious gift of Life. The Sacred. It brings me to our Oneness, knowing each life is intrinsic to the Whole. Not greater, not better, not special, but equally necessary to the Whole. The Creator, God, Source, One, Great Spirit....the name is unimportant, the knowing is all important.
Thank you for this deep sharing, Charles.
It is a fine day to Remember. ❤️
Right at this very moment, in a breathtakingly beautiful central European Land that is stretched across the ageless forest-Steppe and along the coast of the Black sea, between the Carpathians and the Urals, the Land that has the most fertile black soil, chernozem, the wonderous mineral treasures, and the kindest inhabitants; that used to have mighty industries that supported their homesteads—right now, the life like the one you described in this article, in that Land, has been shattered by bombs and smothered by the hatred and western propaganda that puppeteers the ruthless regime in Kiev. The Land, her fawns, and children have been shelled for the past eight years and not much is left of the homesteads and mighty factories; the meadows filled with zemljanika (wild strawberries) are covered with holes from shells and human bodies. While growing up in Moscow, I spent every summer of my childhood at the Black sea.
And it is a terrible crime. I live in the US and I am so terribly sorry for every life that has been lost because of the bloodlust for power and control that this country has propagated throughout the world. I am sorry. Know that most people here in the US are decent people with good hearts. We are propagandized, poisoned, and traumatized by our government and the corporations that run this country. Those of us who are awake and aware are doing all we can to stop the madness. There are no easy answers. I pray every day for all of us...
Kandy, very well said. If only people in the US really knew what kind of terrible bloodshed and destruction is happening in Donbas at the hands of the Russophobic nationalists. I am absolutely shocked the western governments and media lie so much. Their propaganda is a100 times worse than back in the Soviet Union of my childhood. Patrick Lancaster is the only journalist who takes us to the frontlines, risking his own life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLXR6pXrzBI&t=25s&ab_channel=PatrickLancaster
LunaRidge, yes, it is actually legal to propagandize US citizens. A law was passed in 2013 while Obama, who droned more lives out of existence than any other president before him, was in office. We are spoonfed so much garbage, and Silicon Valley employs every tactic to censor truth. I actually heard that the US was funding bioweapons labs in Ukraine, and that was partly why Russia stepped in (among many other reasons). Pretty sure there is also some posturing for world reserve currency status thrown in as well as Russia threatens the US dollar, and rightfully so. Our government has indebted us into eternity and sold off every asset to corporations. I will keep speaking the truth. I have God on my side.
I like your comment very much, except for the last sentence. Your God (and my Hashem) is on the Sabbatical (past 3 K years), he doesn't care, nor chooses sides. You want proof? Any history book will do. :))) Also, yours and mine Holy Book, it's dripping with human blood. Happy Summer Solstice, Kandy!
I do not subscribe to the God of the Bible. Being raised in organized religion, I turned into an atheist for decades. Had to find my own path back to Spirit. I am more of a worshiper of the life force that flows through all things. Going out in nature is my temple. People can call it many things. I use God, Goddess, Spirit, Source, Universe, etc. Thank you for having this conversation.
I don’t eat animals and the visual of slitting a baby deers throat brings me to tears. I could not do it myself and therefore, I could never eat it. At this point, what feels right- is to eat only what I could kill myself.
I would have done everything to try and save it and if nothing worked, honored the baby deer as it transitioned. Yet, these people sound like they’re spiritually connected to nature, so I’ll assume they followed what FELT right .
People assume I don’t eat animals for health reasons (while smoking!) After reading fast food nation, I couldn’t anymore. I want no part of that industry.
It’s not right, however, to care for animals so much as to not be able to do what must be done to end their suffering. I would’ve also done the utmost, past the utmost into the utterly ridiculous, to try and save the fawn. I’m grateful for the wisdom of those who know that trying would be cruel
I once gave mouth to mouth to a kitten. I really did. It still didn’t live and it’s been 20 years but, as you can tell, the moment doesn’t fade.
One of my kitties is being neutered today. It must be done and I, for one, am glad someone else has the brains and brawn to do the snipping.
I hesitate whether to post this because, honestly, it’s embarrassing. I wish I were stronger. Shouldn’t love do that, strengthen the muscles that matter?
Is this what is meant by good times create weak (wo)men? I’m as battle-unready as anyone can be for this apocalypse.
Don’t misunderstand me… if I were attacked - or a loved one or innocent defenseless life, was being attacked…I have no issue with doing what’s necessary. None whatsoever. Meaning- in defense.
I held my mothers hand as she transitioned into death , just as she assisted me into birth.
Birth and death are sacred to me. One and the same, really.
From here, I don’t know that I would kill an animal after relentlessly trying to save it… I’d leave that in the hands of the divine. It’s likely I’d hold it in my arms, pray and let the light do the rest.
If I were in the situation I can’t say with absolute certainty how it would play out.
No, you are aware of yourself. No one is walking around perfect. I had two cats that were like children to me. One of them died in the animal hospital. I cried for weeks. The other one I chose to take to the vet to put to sleep because he stopped eating and drinking and would not allow me to give him his insulin (for the first time ever). He was peaceful in my arms as my mom and I drove to the vet. I wailed at the vets and cried off and on for a few days, but there was a peace in being present with the bravery of my cat that put my heart at ease. We are the only animals that live in fear of death and push away those sweet embodied moments that make life so worth living in the first place.
Not all of us live in fear of death, my spiritual connection is far too strong for that.
There are many paths to death and how it occurs is not something we will all be aligned with. That makes it more interesting… thought provoking…
I had an indoor cat who became very ill and the method of treatment suggested by the western med vet was not something I agreed with.
For the remainder of his life, I made his food, I allowed him to venture outdoors and explore as he had always desired… I gave him the space to live and die however he saw fit with respect to his intelligence and connection to god.
In the end , he did what cats do and found a private place in the house to transition.
I can deeply connect to what you write. Because I feel exactly the same I have decided to become a vegetarian at the age of 20 and now essentially vegan. I wish there would be a way to change the world in such a way that no animals would be killed any more for eating them.
Maybe you missed the part about the doe being SEVERELY injured ????? Smdh
No… I didn’t miss a thing…
Including your enthusiasm for “question marks.”
Thanks you Charles and friend. Yes, so precious this embodiment. And how sad the thought of it’s shift to the unnatural realm of bit and byte. And still I hold for the possibility that I’m unable to sufficiently understand this metaverse.
Yes, love the synchronicity...I'm just reading this book, "Deer man", by Geoffroy Delorme, a very tender story of a man who lived for seven years in the woods with deers, total immersion in the wild. The simplicity and the intimacy are such that I can only read a few pages at a time. The yearning in me is cutting deep, yet I know I will not leave for the woods, I don't have that kind of courage, or that kind of desperation. My encounters with the wild are on the edges.